Love Channel... in response to The Miracle on the Hudson VS. (...)

I was Divinely inspired to create a blog from reading a comment that said "Fuck THAT PLANE IN THE HUDSON, WHAT ABOUT THE MASSACRE GOING ON IN THE GAZA WITH BANNED WEAPONS THAT THE US GOV'T GAVE TO ISRAEL"

nothing against this person's sentiments... but here's what came from them.
my 1st actual "blog" rather than poem
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U gotta send the love out to them, don't shed negative light on a good thing just because there are bad things happening. Be conscious, stay aware, stay motivated, and positive. Send ur love to Gaza, AND the Miracle on the Hudson... to denote either is unwise.
Think good, think Divine...despite what seems to be, there is a good in everything. Although we do not forget the bad, to dwell on negative vibes, rather than use this positive surge to focus love to all of the Universe is a fault & a misstep.
Channeling...
Open your eyes my dear one; you are the one you've been waiting for, and your DNA is swiftly changing, your hardwired brain, reprogramming every second. Re-charge it so that your words and deeds speak the powerful YOU into existence, and not a view from an understated weak minded individual that you are not.
You hold within you, the power to see good in the whole Universe, and it is your duty to shock the world with love for all its workings, be they good or bad; because really there is neither...

I have shared your sentiments for a nano second (even if only to place myself in your shoes) and have come to the conclusion that all that is, is. We are all one, Gaza, the young brotha in Oakland, and ALL 155 survivors of the Miracle on the Hudson, that we needed to shine on in our Spirits -as positive thoughts are much more powerful than sad or angry emotions. This City, NYC, has seen and been through it all; we deserve it to allow ourselves at least one miracle. But mark my words, it won't be the last. In a flash, you will see them happening all around you, and it is neither conspiracy nor movie set, only your brain re-programming itself on a mass scale (ie: the brain of the collective consciousness of this Universe, which we share). The rigidity at which we have aligned ourselves to collectively be is opening up to the possibility of being superhuman. If you really wanted to, you could focus your love energy with a collective and change your perception on the way things are happening and why.

(Lorisse speaking now: sometimes I even think that I have to come out of my happy bubble and face the cold hard fact that evil and violence exist...)

And this statement is slowly becoming an un-truth... Evil, good, man, woman... this world of duality you've created as humans, is merging, it has shifted, and as humans collectively transcend, they will no longer need or want to experience all that is, only bliss. I say "all that is," in the sense that here we have taken the road that leads to human, where our bodies are designed to experience itself (God energy, wants to know itself, and to truly know itself it has to experience all that exists)... but if we decide that we no longer want it to exist, all we have to do is create the possibility of being all powerful, and enlightened/transcended light energies. Then, we can put an end to what goes on when in our weakened state we assume we can do nothing and that evil will always exist; I tell you dear one, evil is losing its grip on this world, and it will no longer be able to sustain itself the more minds that elevate, and the more love in the face of adversity. Please hear me well, the entire state of the Universe rests in you (or the God energy in you/all of us collectively)... and you are swiftly changing. Your are wonderful beings. If only you could see the visions of splendor we see in you when we look at you, it is truly a sight to behold. Don't fret beloved, all is right in the Universe. Namaste and Namaste from Risse as well.

As Above, So Below (Ceiba; The Tree of Life)

In its imperfection it is perfect
But it can only be imperfect to the perceiver who perceives it so...
Deems it so...
In fact to claim imperfection is escapist
You are of the Creator
Made in the Creators IMAGE & LIKENESS
You are of this perfectly constructed
Universe
You are perfection
Claim it
Be it
You are made of the same elements as
the oceans vast
the stars brilliant
and the moon magnificent
You are he, me, we
I AM GOD AND SO ARE YOU
PARTS OF THE WHOLE
AND ALL OF THE PARTS
Experiencing this life
To experience all that is
There is neither good nor bad
Beautiful nor ugly
Perfection nor imperfection
ALL THAT EXISTS, IS THE ALL THAT EXISTS
Here is the same as there
And as above
So below.

A Parrot Monkey With Scissor(handle) Legs

this is not a poem about you
this is a poem about all the things you saw me as that weren't true
this is about all the things you wanted me to do cuz you thought you knew who i was
but who i am is what i do
and i don't contradict myself like you
you say you're one thing and then you're not
you say you get me, but i feel like you forgot
let me get in depth so you get what i'm saying
cuz i feel like i lost you, with your mind's attention you are not paying

get it
pay attention
i'll try and go slow
ready?
oh and just so you know this is a poem about friends
and how they start and how they end
from my perspective they come into your life for a reason
you live, learn, have fun with them, but they're only there for a season
don't be mistaken by the ones you keep close
cuz there are those that have their own agenda
here it is
I'll put it to you simply...

A Parrot Monkey
With Scissor(handle) Legs

Parrot
There are those who would be like parrots
Obnoxious & Repetitive
They may gossip, they may like how their own voice sounds.
But they are truly convinced of what they say
And with confidence they give their opinions of who you are without grounds.
And they make sense to themselves no matter what they say.
They assume who you are and in their underdeveloped understanding of you
They claim you to be something you are not
*skwak*> unworthy *skwak*> too unrealistic *skwak*> egotistical *skwak*> pushy
*snip*> I AM WORTHY *SNIP*> God gave me these dreams and my healthy imagination for a reason
*SNIP*> All I do I do for All
**SNIP**> I push myself while I carry you
gladly on my back *SNAP*
back to this contorted reality
cuz now you are like a monkey

Monkey
There are those that would work to advance their own interests and are deceitful
Swinging back and forth and never deciding
But always inviting
You to dine in their world of trouble
and you feel it start to bubble inside cuz you ate their lies about you when they were a parrot
and now you wish you never dined with them, as the lies they fed you about you led you astray away from your true self, betrayed
By someone you thought cared about your interests, and they were just playing around
never had their feet on solid ground but keep you moving swinging in their world of anomalies
which to them is normalcy
Swept you off and away til you forgot where you lay
where did i come from?
where am i going?
and why am i wasting my time not knowing...
it's time to dip
it was real, but i think that's it ... time to *SNIP*

Scissors
I will use scissors of powerful spiritual proportions
to cut you outta my life and then sum
To take decisive and necessary control over those who would continue
to dance around me confusing me
swing under me controlling me
and fly over me making me deny my own beauty
I have to remember they're just parrot monkeys
No longer can they burden me
because

Legs
I have regained the confidence to stand up and take control again, and this time stand my ground
I'm making progress & my ability to navigate on my own is back
This life is getting easier
Like I released a heavy load
Like... there was all this... gas! Yeah! And like.. someone lit a match!!!

I'm getting rid of something... like an itch needs a scratch
Like a fly needs a swat and
Like a mosquito needs a smack
You parasite
No matter how you slice it or draw it
I'm getting rid of the part of me that needs you
Mrs. Parrot Monkey, meet scissor legs,
I'm getting rid of youuuuu...SNIP

love's nickname is game

thanks for that one night
maybe next time i'll get it right
i won't wear my love on your shoulders
or throw you off with the words that i told ya
i won't give you compliments or buy you things
i won't feed you breakfast or let you cuddle with me

i'll hold my tongue and speak mountains in my silence
even though deep inside its like self-inflicting emotional violence
no matter how much i like you i'll play your game
i won't make it easy for you to make it rain
cuz when it rains it pours
and i won't be your little hoar
neva that no more
i won't be your little hoar
"wanna slide thru real qwik mami?"
no i wana be with you dummy!
can't have you slippin and slidin thru me and then her!
can't have you makin me question what it is that i'm worth
can't have you confusing depleting my integrity
can't have you thinking my personality & my tittties are one and the same entity
even though my personality is big, and bubbly, and perky, and glorious
but i digress

first you undress my mind, and THEN you can get to me
you can't just get inside, slide thru me, do me, and think u know all about me cuz you screwed me
using your tool like a mallot passing judgement
as you bang it in me, and call for another hearing when its convenient
i mean, did i not scream loud enough for you this time
must we repeat this beautiful crime
must i continue to give all of myself
doing the same thing over expecting different results
that's bad for your health

no, next time i'll go under your radar so you can't offend yourself
i'll put my feelings on stealth
to help you get over your fear of you i'll move further away to get closer to you
does that even fucking makes sense?
or is it still taboo for the girl to pursue?
but it seems like its working, you like my thick new skin
but when it was soft you didn't want it then
are you a saado masochist? do you like running into bricks?
or you just like me more when I'm not on ur dick, and then you want me to be on it
you want me more when i'm not your hoar and then u turn me into your whore
i don't like this game, but like i said i'll play it
cuz love's nickname is game, and i'm in it to win it

Based on a true story, told.

A friend told me
about a friend he knows
who had a crazy trip
off some "Who ARE you?"
He and his friends
were so on their "Zen"
And they decided to go. To Stop and Shop.
They parked. They purchased.
They left. They saw...
All four of them saw
A leprechaun.
They swear it was there.
Just as clear as day.
But it was night.
But if they all saw it there...
It must've been there... right?
"Oh my..."
"Dude... bro... we gotta take it home!"
"Yea man cool help me put it in the trunk."
"Dude yeah... but he ain't sleepin in my bunk."
They put him in the trunk.


All four of them
took a leprechaun home
that they swear they saw
In the parking lot
After they got high
But not from pot.
There's a point to this...
Stick with me kids.

They went home.
They got high.
Offa mushrooms. And I don't know Y.
But when they woke up.
They laughed about their trip... to Stop and Shop...

"We all saw a leprechaun right?"
"Right."
"Oh shit the little guy's still in the closet..."
"or is it?"
And here's the scary part. rather sad really.
The four friends, it's crazy that they saw a magical creature... in their world.
But when they opened the closet.
It was a little black girl, scared and shaky, crying, and panicked.


They sent her home in a cab
gave her all the money they had & said sorry.
Fuckin' idiots.
DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS!

Writer's C0¢K

They always say when you've got writer's block
Write about your writer's block
Well how bout instead I write about his dirty cock
Dippin & dabbin
Pricking and stabbing my insides
Why
do I let him continue to contort My cervix
his love is oblivious to his own tool of choice
He pounds
I lay
I do not stray Instead I sway
hip thrusting to the rhythm of his drumstick under my belly
I feel like yelling
I cannot tell now if my pain is his pleasure
Or my pleasure the pain he causes me...
If we had a daughter we'd name her Sadie maskin the pain? or am I cryin' like rain
I can't tell cuz I'm under his thick spell
I wish I had a cock-blocker
And not writer's block
cuz not being able to write a fresh piece
Is like not protesting... not saying how I really feel
and letting him beat
I just wanna lay down with you while you rub on my titties
But instead you're cumming in the condom too quickly & then blaming me
Oh sorry that my pussy is so wonderful in its anti-testicular ways
In its soft wet tight Glory
Oh sorry
I forgot
There's no comparison to your cum-too-quick-cock
See I can keep going all night long... Or not.
When all you've got is a strong... thick... smooth... uh, SAD! SAD! shlong.
Fuck your dick! I mean, I'm not going to.
I don't want to sit on it... play with it
Seriously
There's just not enough room in here
My womb I fear may move out of place
And besides in your haste, it might just replace the idea of the CHANCE I may have had to orgasm, with me zoning into space... without you noticing of course, cuz oh, oh, oh baby. yeaa, just like that right there. :/
I can't even tell if I like it because sometimes it was good...
And sometimes I just wish I could erase all the times your thrust left me painfully wanting more
More than your cock
or me on top
More than on your bathroom sink
More than sex on your speakers cuz I can't scream louder than the decibels can reach
I want more than JUST sex just cuz you're hard and can't deal
I like to play before, be teased, then teased some more
Take your time with me I implore you
Whisper in my ear your soft spoken words
I want your tongue gently tracing the nape of my neck as you hold my hair up with one hand
And stroke my wet glory softly with the other
I wish I could escape this terrible and treacherous ecstasy
No, I don't.
I just wish you'd spend a little more time on me.

A poem in two hearts and one part, I mean the reverse

I'm a hearty meal eat me Hearken to my words and fasten your ears to my
multi-faceted expressions guaranteed to fascinate and stimulate every
layer of your being mind body
body heart and soul
Hold on tight cuz I have writers over kill
You know when words just come to you trip over each other and spill on
the the canvas of your choice
Your voice
(long pause)
I know you'd like me go on but Ima hold you in a suspended time capsule, in a
world my mind created.

"I love how you held my heart in your hand for a second and handed it
back to me untouched and unbroken. Thank you Jalal."

Request of mine: have faith that I am not gone and away, I am always
here and everywhere... Happy, safe, and free... The way it was always
meant to be
~Intrakitlevelz
bka Risse